We explore the men's room   We don't give a shit   Ladies lost electricity   Take vows inside of it      Desire to dance, too startled to try   Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly   Let's explore   Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor      Circle all around me   Coming for the kill, kill, kill, oh, kill me baby   Like a Kamikaze heading for a spill   Oh, but it's all split milk to me      Desire to dance, too startled to try   Wrap my legs 'round you, starting to fly   Let's soar   Up there, up there, up there on the twenty-fifth floor      We do not eat flower of creation   We do not eat, eat anything at all   Love is, love was, love is a manifestation   I'm waiting for a contact to call      Love's war, love's cruel   Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight   I'm waiting here to refuel   I'm gonna make contact tonight      Love in my heart, the night to exploit   Twenty-five stories over Detroit   And there's more   Up there, up there, up there      Stoned in space   Zeus, Christ   It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be   Within the context of neo rock      (I feel it swirling around me)   We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke   (I feel it feeling no pain)   Which man calls order   (I'm waiting above for you baby)   Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man   (I know that I'll see you up there)   To reform and transform waste      The transformation of waste   (I'm floating in a door backward)   (On boundaries over this world)   The transformation of waste   (I'm waiting above in the sky, dear)   The transformation of waste   (Upon a [Incomprehensible])      The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man   ([Incomprehensible])   Man being the chosen alloy, he must be reconnected via shit   ([Incomprehensible])   At all cost inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist   ([Incomprehensible])   To create from the clay of man   ([Incomprehensible])      And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft   And then solid gold   All must not be art, some art we must disintegrate   Positive